Those
were the words to describe Eve Thorton’s exhibition. Not even a fine
arts degree from Yale or her daddy’s bank account could save her from
the scathing reviews. And failure was a word Eve would never be
comfortable with. Not even close.

Plotting the demise of every
critic who’d written her off was her first instinct. But that would come
later. Instead, she would show them that she wasn’t a bored socialite
with more money than talent.

She would prove everyone wrong, and
she wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty. But when her journey for
redemption crashed headfirst into Josh Logan, the sexy, talented
tattooist from Queens, getting her hands dirty took on a whole new
meaning.

Josh was everything Eve wasn’t, translating on skin what
she couldn’t onto her canvas. All she had to do was convince him to
share his jaw-dropping brilliance, and help her—seeing him naked—a
bonus. Then she could go back to her regular life, vindicated.